Johnny mercer / harold arlen



It's quarter to three, there's no one in the place

Except you and me

So set 'em' up joe, i got a little story

I think you should know



We're drinking my friend, to the end

Of a brief episode

Make it one for my baby

And one more for the road



I know the routine, put another nickel

In the machine

I feel kind of bad, can't you make the music

Easy and sad



I could tell you a lot, but it's not

In a gentleman's code

Make it one for my baby

And one more for the road



You'd never know it, but buddy i'm a kind of poet

And i've got a lot of things i'd like to say

And if i'm gloomy, please listen to me

Till it's talked away



Well that's how it goes, and joe i know your gettin'

Anxious to close

Thanks for the cheer

I hope you didn't mind

My bending your ear



But this torch that i found, it's gotta be drowned

Or it's gonna explode

Make it one for my baby

And one more for the road